Marbles... ♫ ♫

Clinch, clinch, clinch
I hear them clinging together,
Side to side, wall to wall,
Moving along like troops of rainbows.

Dingy lanes or posh streets
No boundaries to pull them down
They dance around and their tune follows,
Forever ebullient, forever bloated.

Shining under the scorching sun
And brimming along with the dim-lit stars,
Gliding through the rain-drenched roads
Green and blue, blue and green.

Dark palms holding white lines
And a few dreams of the sky,
Stones threaten to carve cracks,
But the marbles keep going on.






- Sayantani Sarkar.

Night Diary. My Diary.

I just want to go to the beach and walk with naked feet on the cool, soft sand;
Just sit there and watch the waves flowing in their own rhythm, 
Look at the sun and soak up the warmth.

I want to sit undisturbed and write poetry about faraway lands
About knights and palaces, magic carpets and carriages.

I want to read a book that speaks of a girl I know
And who can give answers to my clouded mind.

I want to open a diary and discover a withered rose
That reminds me of a love long lost, yet still sweet.

I want to look into the mirror and see someone who
Has peace within and a smile outside.

Is it too much to dream for?
I think not.

Midnight Diaries

There’s something inexplicably peaceful about sipping cocktails, listening to songs you love and writing whatever the hell you feel like.

Just a random thought.

“And I’ll find a way...

I’ll find a way to you...”

Its bloody 2:51 a.m.; I was sleepy like crazy a few minutes ago, and now sleep has ditched me somehow (like always). So, here I am, writing gibberish crap.

Just finished watching the last episode of Pretty Little Liars; I really wanna hug Spencer and tell her that it’s all gonna be okay, and I SO wanna strangle Mona to death! 

Oh dear, I should stop blabbering.

Maybe I just need sleep. Or probably a bed beside Spence in Radley.

I’ll go with the first option. I also know that pretty soon I’ll just end up with my copy of Rebecca.

Anyway, to all the owls of my camp, good night and good bye for now.

Lots of love,

*yawns*

Creative Insanity. 

The Glass Ball

I want to be able to walk blithely,

Without the fear of being abducted.

I want to break free from these barriers

That chain me down to where I don’t want to be.

I want to love, without fearing

The stinging stares of those hollow eyes.

I want to lose myself in a maze of joy

Where no woe can take a peep.  

I want to write without trembling

Under the blanket of confinements.

I want to sing the songs of my heart

Without bothering about the top drawer decrees.

I want to dance in the rain

Feeling it drench every inch of my soul.

I want to feel the bliss, like a penguin,

Enclosed in her perfect ball of snow.

- Sayantani Sarkar.

Just another Girl

She’s just another girl

Waiting for the sun to rise,

She’s lost in a crowd of millions,

But she knows she’ll find her way.

She’s dressed in her tattered jeans,

But dreams of a long, white gown,

Her hair is messy and all over the place

But she feels like a princess anyway.

Behind those black-rimmed glasses

Lie eyes that dream of palaces,

Concealing herself with an old, yellow book

She hopes to get noticed someday.

Her heart’s been broken and played with

But she doesn’t stop praying for love,

She cries herself to tears every night,

But with a smile, welcomes the day.

With a heart filled with wishes like a vast ocean

She wants to travel into a kingdom of her own,

Where there’s hope, love and warm sunshine;

Somewhere beautiful, somewhere far away.

   -   Sayantani Sarkar.

Make a Wish!

*puts on a huge smile, and sings*-

Happy birthday to you,

Happy birthday to you,

Happy birthday, happy birthday,

Happy birthday to you! J

*hugs the laptop*

My baby turned a year fabulous on 16^th Feb! :D (apologies for the delay, its craaazy busy out here!)

It’s quite unbelievable that’s it’s been a year, a whole frikkin’ year since I started blogging! Agreed that my blog hasn’t really been buzzing with activity since the past few months, courtesy-my upcoming finals, but for me it was quite a special day. J And even though I haven’t been able to post as much as I wanted to, whatever little I wrote was appreciated by the ones who matter to me- my parents, my friends, my ma’am- and that’s what gives me the confidence to go on. J and as my blog completes its first year of existence, I want to make a promise, to myself and to whoever takes out time from their busy schedule to read my blog- I promise to write more and write better as soon as I get time to breathe properly, i.e, as soon as my exams get over. So, here’s to many more glorious birthdays and maaany more posts! Cheers! :D

Lots and lots of love,

Creative Insanity. <3

*gobbles down a small piece of cake, and apparates* 

Santa is on his Way!

There are certain childhood memories that you carry in your heart forever, for me Christmas is one of them. Reading about it in all those wonderful, snowy fairy tales; sleeping with the hope that I’ll wake up to see plenty of gifts next to me bed (which still does come true, thanks to my parents substituting for Santa :D), peeping from the blanket to check if Santa is snooping around my room.. *sigh* such are my childish childhood memories. Years have passed, but the memories are as fresh as yesterday, and call it imbecile, but I still believe in all of it. Well, cut the ‘Santa distributing gifts’ part if you like, but I do believe that there is someone, a guardian angel, who takes the vow of shedding away all the pain from our lives, and makes us smile, even it’s for just one day. :) Perks of being a firm believer of Fairy Tales, I guess. :D

I love the festive smell in the air, people singing carols, sipping wine, eating cake- *smile* *smile* *smile*And since I am in my homeland at the moment, what’s better than spending this time of the year with your family? J So, my Christmas tree is ready and so is my Christmas hat; and I’m all set to go and get the cake :D So, without boring you all anymore, I wish each and every one of you a very Merry Christmas! J May Santa come to your doorstep riding on his sleigh, and bring along loads of gifts of happiness for this year and many more. :) Be happy, sing the Christmas carols and keep believing, ‘cause you never know when a big, chubby, white-bearded man might grant your heartfelt wishes! :D

Lots of Christmasy love,

Creative Insanity.